At last, the poor craven, finding himself unwillingly driven into crime, sought from the mistress of the boarding-house protection against his champion.

Mrs.Considine, called into consultation, was informed that Mrs.Prescott must either cease from instigating the waiters to commit murder or find other quarters.

Liosha curled a contemptuous lip.
"If you think I'm going to have anything more to do with the little skunk, you're mistaken." And that evening when Josef, serving coffee in the drawing-room, approached her with the tray, she waved him off.
"See here," she said calmly, "just you keep out of my way or I might tread on you." Whereupon the terrified Josef, amid the tittering hush of the genteel assembly, bolted from the room, and then solved the whole difficulty by bolting from the house, never to return.
When taken to task by Barbara over the ethics of this matter, Liosha shrugged her shoulders and laughed.
"I guess," she said, "if a man loves a woman strongly enough to cry for her, he ought to know what to do with the guy that butted in, without being told." "But you don't seem to understand what a terrible thing it is to take the life of a human being," said Barbara.
"I can understand how you feel," Liosha admitted.

"But I don't feel about it the same as you.

I've been brought up different." "You see, my dear Barbara," I interposed judicially, "her father made his living by slaughter before she was born.